Survival.

I try to stay, but its never the same.
You can never go anywhere without the worry, just waiting for them to strike once more, there is no forgiveness in this. So you hide your pain, does anyone care for you, you never call for them, they call for you.
So she wondered, searching alone for the safe keeping of home, she could never be any closer.
So she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, but something is there in the dark with her, and it touches and she tries to scream, it thought just tears her inside and she would anything, anything you understand just to wake up.

Sometimes it almost makes her cry, sometimes it seems to call her name out loud, sometimes it feels like she's alone, and then it comes for her agian.
Im told its called the 'un-reality' dream, im told that this like the vengeance of God, i cant believe that God would do this to her.
She's known fear for many times, but nothing like this, she's so scared she cant breath.
Sometimes it almost breaks her heart, sometimes she swears she can hear it laugh at her, she almost just die inside, but then it leaves her dreams again.
It feels like she's fighting the possession in her soul, im told that this is called the sickness of need, she has to cut the sex connection and slide, a word of warning to the weary and wise.

They want to feel her hesitate, they want to feel her pull away, they want her to realise that they are not love come to play.
They want to feel her pink clean skin, the want to feel her purity, they want to her touch thier pain, they want to drown in her misery.
They want to feel her innocence, they want to hear her beg for 'him', they want to be her animal, they want to be her only sin.


This nighmare is breathing.